No Exit

Crunched up in a little ball on the floor, I could feel the burning stare of my nurse from hell. Now my world was quickly circling in innuendo, and blurred reality. The gentle tick tick of my brain was fast more like a fast paced buzz, like I had vibrator on full speed at my temple.

If I were a robot right now I would be rocking back a forward like I was going to explode, faster and faster my thoughts were passing around in my sexy little brain.

I stood up, standing to the right of the mute, and looking right at my bitch nurse. I stood partially naked my eyes rolled, there was no swoosh in my hair, fuck I needed shampoo and conditioner.

Then suddenly, I had a like a total brain fart moment, my body reacted, subconsionous had taken over. I lunged forward grabbed the nurse by the throat with my cuffed hands and head butted her. Flop, smash, thud, was the sound that was heard as she fell catching my rising knee as she went.

I turned spun, karate style sidekick towards the mute. Smash, opps too low, dam hard to get my leg up with this crappy outfit on. I had landed my foot right between his legs.

He stood still, one blink of the eyes, and let out a slight painful moan. He was frozen, I was panicking. I reached over grabbed the keys from his pocket, he moved slightly.

I kissed him, whilst undoing my cuffs, pulling and reached over grabbed my belongings placed them in the box. I turned hurriedly ripped my cloths off in front him, slipped my knickers on and proceeded to dress myself, I let out a wry smile.

I was once again looking like crack addicted whore, even more so that I needed emergency hair treatment. I looked at my hell lying on the floor, time was of the essence. I ripped the fire exit plan off the wall and walked with urgency out the door, studying the map, looking around, checking behind me half expecting some kind of trail behind me.

I finally found after what seem to be an hour a door, a set of stairs leading upwards. I climbed hurriedly up the stairs. My leather boots made an echo as I climbed the stairs. I was in a poorly marked fire exit it seemed. Finally through a door, I found myself standing in an empty hallway.

I was in a hospital, I had been here before, I kept walking puzzled by the lack of people, and I’d been here before, I knew it. I remember this being very busy. I reached the front entrance of the complex; it was most definitely a hospital.

I searched around whilst walking towards the sliding doors, no voices, no sound of feet walking the floor, just mine. I stepped out onto the pavement. I looked around; it was dark, dim street lights, dirty graffiti ridden walls but no cars, no people.

I was expecting someone; I mean it can’t be this simple to leave. It was cold I pulled my jacket tight around my waste. I could hear the sound of my own leather boots striking the pavement. I was walking up a slight hill; I could see a bright light over the hill at the end of the street.

A car maybe, people, I realised I didn't know anymore what’s real and what's some vivid memory or imagination being played out. Was this real, or was I simply restrained to the chair, I was expecting the snap of Nurse Bitch's fingers any minute.

Then as I walked closer to the rise in front of me, another possibility popped into my head that seemed to provide all the answers, my mind shoots back, I see myself lying helplessly out of contact in the corner of a public toilet booth.

Perhaps I am dead?

Oz.